As the hands of time ticked away, nearly all the expected guests had arrived. Finally, after some anxious waiting from Han Xiaoxu and a few others, another car slowly entered their field of vision.
As the car door opened slowly, the first thing to come into view was a pair of polished, meticulously cared for black shoes. The next second, a stern figure emerged slowly, his jet-black hair conveying a stillness and mystery like the night, and his features as defined as if carved from stone. His obsidian eyes, mysterious and deep, seemed to probe endlessly, drawing one in with a mere glance, leaving them intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves. He wore a black suit that was immaculate, outlining a figure that was tall and erect, his presence commanding even without showing anger. He was, seemingly, a born ruler.
